sunny as rain

I dreamed that you would always come to me on snowy days Ye Shiyu never thought that he would meet Meng Yu in this place.

After Yueju went abroad, it is said that Meng Yu went abroad without taking the college entrance examination. Some people said that he could not stay in China any longer. Some people threatened to kill him, which caused him to be in a state of anxiety all day long.

Since what happened between the two was not pleasant, Ye Shiyu really didn't want to have a word with Meng Yu, so he looked at Chen Kai awkwardly and said, "I'm going first."

Chen Kai nodded, but Meng Yu suddenly became unhappy, his face immediately fell, he patted the steering wheel in dissatisfaction, looked at Ye Shiyu with a resentful look and said, "You'd better take care of yourself, don't always go around Hook up with someone else's boyfriend."

Meng Yu deliberately took the word 'boyfriend' very seriously.

Chen Kai's face turned pale in an instant, and he glanced at Ye Shiyu in embarrassment to ease his embarrassment: "See you next time, he is in a bad mood today, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Ye Shiyu didn't care about Meng Yu's words at all. Meng Yu hasn't changed much over the years, he still looks quiet and thin, but his ghostly eyes always make people uncomfortable.

Just in time the bus came.

Meng Yu drove away awkwardly, and Ye Shiyu also got on the bus.

In the car, he sent a WeChat message to Yueju: [I saw Meng Yu today. 】

After returning to China, Yueju has been busy with work, and the two haven't seen each other for a long time.

However, Yueju's WeChat quickly replied, with four short words, very similar to Yueju's style: 【Don't talk to him. 】

Ye Shiyu nodded secretly, and sent another WeChat message: [Surrounding is back. 】

Lingel suddenly raised his head from a pile of documents, not knowing how to reply to this WeChat message, he simply called Ye Shiyu.

Ye Shiyu answered the phone quickly.

The two chatted for about 10 to [-] minutes. Fortunately, there was no one on the bus, and Ye Shiyu's voice was not loud while wearing earphones, and it didn't affect other people.

Ye Shiyu hung up the phone when he got off the car.

There was no one at home, and the surrounding doors were closed.

Ye Shiyu put down his phone, washed his hands and washed the rice, set the time on the rice cooker, and went back upstairs to change.

Ye Shiyu threw the shirt and suit pants into the washing machine, took a brief shower, and the meal was cooked when he went downstairs again.

He took two eggs and two tomatoes from the refrigerator, took out the chicken wings that had been thawed in the refrigerator in the morning, brushed them with Orleans baking sauce, pushed them into the oven, and started cutting the tomatoes.

In less than 10 minutes, the tomatoes and eggs were fried.

With the sound of the oven ding, the freshly baked chicken wings are golden in color, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the smell is mouth-watering.

Ye Shiyu filled a small bowl of rice, set the rice cooker to keep warm, and divided the tomatoes and eggs into two portions. After thinking about it, he divided the chicken wings into four.

There were ten chicken wings in total, and he gritted his teeth and gave out another one, and after a while, another one was given out.

In the end, Ye Shiyu ate a total of four chicken wings, sealed the remaining dishes with plastic wrap, and put them on the cabinet.

Ye Shiyu muttered: "Respecting the old and loving the young are the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation", while hurriedly walking upstairs, for fear of being caught by the surroundings.

Although the bedroom on the second floor is small, the hall is very large. In Nuoda's spacious hall, there is only a three-seater dark blue fabric sofa, and a pure white plush carpet is spread in front of the sofa.

Ye Shiyu fell on the sofa in a relaxed state, and found out the translation documents and contracts in Korean and English from the mobile phone, studied them carefully, followed by practicing oral English, and fell asleep before he knew it.

Ye Shiyu felt his body was light, like a snowflake floating in the silent snowy night.

He slowly opened his eyes, rubbed them in disbelief, and said in a barely audible voice, "Nearby, you're back!"

The surrounding right hands passed under Ye Shiyu's knee, hugged Ye Shiyu, and said in a low voice, "Well, I'm back."

Ye Shiyu stretched his neck and looked out the window: "Is it snowing?"

The surroundings shook their heads inexplicably.

Ye Shiyu muttered dissatisfiedly: "What? The dream is becoming more and more unreal. There was snow in the previous dream, but this time there is no snow."

A rigid and elusive voice around asked: "What dream?"

Ye Shiyu looked up at the surroundings with a slight smile: "I have a dream about you. I dreamed that you would always come to me on snowy days."

Ye Shiyu's expression looked inexplicably weird and sad, and he continued: "But I'm really useless, every time you come to me, I can't catch up with you, I lost you, and then I can't find you either."

Heartbroken, the surroundings held Ye Shiyu's hand, pressed it to his cheek, rubbed it repeatedly with nostalgia, and finally moved closer to his ear, kissing Ye Shiyu's fingertips, from one finger to the other.

Ye Shiyu took off his finger with a smile, stared at the transparent body fluid on the fingertip, couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick it, and smiled ambiguously: "Tonight's dream, although there is no snow, is so real .”

The surroundings carried Ye Shiyu back to the bedroom, put them gently on the bed, lowered their heads, stared at Ye Shiyu firmly, kissed his forehead, and said, "Good night." But their eyes still did not follow Ye Shiyu. Rain's face moved away.

Ye Shiyu squinted his eyes and looked around, stretched out an arm above his eyes, and muttered: "This dream is so real."

Ye Shiyu's eyes could not be seen around, only his lips moving vaguely.

The guilt around him couldn't be described in any words, it was like walking towards the deep sea without stopping, until the sea water crossed his neck and wrapped his throat, and the feeling of being close to suffocation could relieve the guilt in his heart.

He covered Ye Shiyu with the quilt, and when he bent down to kiss Ye Shiyu's forehead, Ye Shiyu suddenly bit his lip, the pain made him want to cry.

Feeling helpless, he kissed Ye Shiyu's lips again, turned off the desk lamp, closed the door, left the room, and walked downstairs lightly.

I stayed at the kitchen door for a while, and tore off the plastic wrap. The chicken wings and tomatoes were cold, and the rice in the rice cooker was still warm.

The surroundings ate up the cold dishes, rubbed their slightly distended stomach and went back to the bedroom, lying on the bed, imagining the sea overflowing until it completely submerged him.

Going to work the next day, Ye Shiyu took the car nearby as usual.

Surrounded by holding the steering wheel with his right hand and pressing his stomach with his left hand, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

Ye Shiyu noticed the strangeness around him, and asked worriedly: "Are you okay? You sweated a lot."

The surroundings forced a smile, clenched their fists with their left hands and pressed their stomachs, maintaining a calm face and said, "It's nothing, it might have ruined my stomach."

Ye Shiyu suddenly remembered the dishes I left on purpose last night, but he didn't see them in the refrigerator in the kitchen in the morning, and asked in disbelief: "You won't eat all the dishes I left last night, right? Didn't you heat them up?"

Surrounded by pale faces, he nodded slightly.

Ye Shiyu tilted his head in concern, and said in a helpless tone: "You ate it without heating it?"

Surrounded by a flushed face, Ye Shiyu had already guessed that it was almost inseparable, and asked directly and clearly: "Quanquan, why do you have to torture yourself like this? Is it to make me feel bad?"

The surrounding said in an eager tone: "Because last night was the first time I ate your cooking."

Ye Shiyu's emotions completely exploded, and the words he said were harsh: "If you hadn't left, you would have eaten my dishes countless times in the past four years."

Everyone around smiled wryly, Ye Shiyu yelled: "Stop."

Ye Shiyu opened the door to get out of the car, went around to the driver and opened the door, pulled the surrounding out of it, and helped the surrounding to the hospital with a dirty face.

The surroundings were just slightly uncomfortable. In order to reassure Ye Shiyu, he said in relief: "It's an old problem. It's nothing serious. It won't hurt in a while."

Ye Shiyu became even more angry after hearing this, and suddenly threw away the arms around him, and said in an angry tone: "Yeah, we really haven't been together for several years, I don't know when stomach pains become old problems." have no idea."

The surrounding quickly explained: "No, Xiao Yu..."

After Ye Shiyu calmed down a bit, the surroundings took the initiative to get closer to Ye Shiyu, lowered their heads slightly, and touched Ye Shiyu's forehead with their own.

This action seemed hurried and a little hasty, even with a little bit of morbidity.

The surrounding sounds were like a buffer, calming Ye Shiyu's impatience and depression.

Ye Shiyu walked towards the hospital holding the arms of his neighbors, chatting repeatedly on the way.

Ye Shiyu put a face on the floor resolutely and ignored it.

Around was placed in the infusion room to hang the IV, and Ye Shiyu sat on the chair behind Around, looking at the IV bottle from time to time.

The surroundings murmured weakly: "My Xiaoyu has really grown up and can cook and take care of people."

Ye Shiyu added angrily: "I can still smoke, drink, and go clubbing."

The surroundings were stimulated by the last sentence, coughed violently, and turned their heads to look at Ye Shiyu with uncertain eyes.

Ye Shiyu was wearing a white shirt, taking advantage of his slender neck, the surroundings wanted to bite a few bites on that white and smooth neck to show everything.

He warned: "In the future, don't go to dirty places like bars, and don't drink in front of other people."

Ye Shiyu kept his stooped posture unchanged, leaned forward, and said in an ambiguous tone: "It's all gone, and I drank the wine that should be drunk."

Emotions all around: "You lied."

Ye Shiyu bent his lips and said with a smile, "How do you know I'm lying?"

The surroundings were caught in a trick, and they replied cautiously: "Zhu Fan...Zhu Fan has no way of letting you drink in his bar."

Seeing that the drip was about to run out, Ye Shiyu rang the bell to call for a nurse.

The nurse changed another bottle of IV, looked around with a blushing face, then looked at Ye Shiyu, bit her lip and left.

Ye Shiyu took out his phone with a puzzled expression and sent Ye Rufeng a WeChat message.

Ye Rufeng came back quickly: [The recovery is not bad, don't worry about it, go to work honestly. 】

Ye Shiyu: 【If you don't have time to take care of King Kong, you can put the cat in my house. 】

Ye Rufeng: [Let's talk about it later. 】

Ye Shiyu: [You just can't bear to part with your cat, hum. 】

Ye Rufeng: 【I raised him by myself, so of course I don't want to part with it. You turn around and ask around, can he part with you, a brat? 】

Ye Shiyu: [This is different. 】

Ye Rufeng: [What's the difference, you little bastard, have a better conscience, do you hear me? 】

Ye Shiyu was not convinced: [He was the one who abandoned me first. 】

Ye Rufeng replied after a while: [How do you know that he has no reason?In short, let me tell you, you can't be sorry to anyone in this life, and you can't be sorry to him. 】

Ye Shiyu: […]

Ye Shiyu hugged his chest dissatisfiedly and sat on the back of the chair, keeping his eyes on the IV bottle.